We sat in sun
We sat in sun, improbably warm
February, sipping summer
looking for chooks gone roaming.
Then lunch and through the window all the long chain
lovely- distant mountains shone.
So all that afternoon, noon til curfew
we talked of books and films and family
our preferences and pasts.
After isolation, separation, gathered only virtually
not real
how glad we were for lunch, lovingly prepared
and friends carefully together,
laughing in the sun.
18th February 2021, Hounoux, for Ros and Andy
In my dreams, what an occassion to celebrate with a poem.
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